Young days life-changing story

We all had one (I'd like to think)... that trip with friends, those summer vacations that changed us from boys to men... what's yours?

When in high school (sophomore) I had a planned trip to Tamarindo beach with my best friend (Ralph) and another guy that used to skateboard with us (gonna call him Charlie)... me and my best friend were 16 and the other dude was 19 so we were covered to buy booze (legal age 18). My dad promised if I scored high on my finals I would go, I did, he didn't kept his promise (we already had a fucked up relationship) so I said fuck you I'm going and took all my clothes and stuff to my high school's friend house who by the time was living by himself because his mom was living in Idaho at the time... (imagine two 16 year old living by themselves)...

Shortly before the planning of the trip I started partying and smoking pot, GF didn't like it, so I broke it off with my nerdy girlfriend (who helped me pass all my exams) and started dating this blonde chick called Cindy (she was 19). Life was going good but unfortunately I spent all my savings before the trip, while living with my HS mate on booze, food and else... We had a HS friend of Iranian descendant who used to steal lots of opium from his dad who was a frequent user... told him about my $ issue so he gave me (charge free) a big chunk of opium (28 grams, an ounce) and told me to sell it ($10 a gram back then, nowadays I guess is like $40 or $30)...

We arrived at Tamarindo and Charlie had a best friend over there who was staying with his parents at Langosta, they were dating a couple of hot chicks (both 19) so initially they parted ways with double date and Ralphie and myself went out to get smashed... I sold 6 grms on the 1st night and got uber wasted but no luck with any girl... when we went to sleep at 2am Charlie and his friend were fucking wired and smoking chinos (coke on a cigarette) on our camping tent... I didn't like it (hated coke back then, never tried it before) so we barely slept and we were not happy with Charlie...

Next day Charlie was fucked and hungover all day... at night we spoke further with their dates (Charlie's and his friend's), girl names were Kathy and Alejandra... we told them about the guys not letting us sleep properly with their coke snorting bs so they felt sorry for us... told us they had room in their cabin that we should stay with them... so we did, they gave us the keys while drinking with them cokeheads and we went for a shuteye... 2 hours later I get woken up by a hand on my dick and it was Kathy... Alejandra was already fucking my buddy Ralph and shit was great... crazy crazy for a 16 year old...

Next morning around 7am we hear thumping and screams from outside the cabin door, it was Charlie all coked up demanding for the girls to open, well he managed to break in as I jumped outta the bed butt naked... he cursed at us, menaced to kick Ralph's ass (Alejandra was his date) and else... girls told him to fuck off and so he did... then we went to get our stuff from the tent to move with the girls for the remainder of the trip...

I sold the rest of the stash and bought extra days to stay with the girls, bought and smoked my first cigar... I was fucking two 19 year old chicks simultaneously, while defying my dad's authority and having the time of my life... Life couldn't be any better... that was my first taste of being a man I would say.

AHHH THE OLD DAYS

pocketrockets said:

We all had one (I'd like to think)... that trip with friends, those summer vacations that changed us from boys to men... what's yours?

When in high school (sophomore) I had a planned trip to Tamarindo beach with my best friend (Ralph) and another guy that used to skateboard with us (gonna call him Charlie)... me and my best friend were 16 and the other dude was 19 so we were covered to buy booze (legal age 18). My dad promised if I scored high on my finals I would go, I did, he didn't kept his promise (we already had a fucked up relationship) so I said fuck you I'm going and took all my clothes and stuff to my high school's friend house who by the time was living by himself because his mom was living in Idaho at the time... (imagine two 16 year old living by themselves)...

Shortly before the planning of the trip I started partying and smoking pot, GF didn't like it, so I broke it off with my nerdy girlfriend (who helped me pass all my exams) and started dating this blonde chick called Cindy (she was 19). Life was going good but unfortunately I spent all my savings before the trip, while living with my HS mate on booze, food and else... We had a HS friend of Iranian descendant who used to steal lots of opium from his dad who was a frequent user... told him about my $ issue so he gave me (charge free) a big chunk of opium (28 grams, an ounce) and told me to sell it ($10 a gram back then, nowadays I guess is like $40 or $30)...

We arrived at Tamarindo and Charlie had a best friend over there who was staying with his parents at Langosta, they were dating a couple of hot chicks (both 19) so initially they parted ways with double date and Ralphie and myself went out to get smashed... I sold 6 grms on the 1st night and got uber wasted but no luck with any girl... when we went to sleep at 2am Charlie and his friend were fucking wired and smoking chinos (coke on a cigarette) on our camping tent... I didn't like it (hated coke back then, never tried it before) so we barely slept and we were not happy with Charlie...

Next day Charlie was fucked and hungover all day... at night we spoke further with their dates (Charlie's and his friend's), girl names were Kathy and Alejandra... we told them about the guys not letting us sleep properly with their coke snorting bs so they felt sorry for us... told us they had room in their cabin that we should stay with them... so we did, they gave us the keys while drinking with them cokeheads and we went for a shuteye... 2 hours later I get woken up by a hand on my dick and it was Kathy... Alejandra was already fucking my buddy Ralph and shit was great... crazy crazy for a 16 year old...

Next morning around 7am we hear thumping and screams from outside the cabin door, it was Charlie all coked up demanding for the girls to open, well he managed to break in as I jumped outta the bed butt naked... he cursed at us, menaced to kick Ralph's ass (Alejandra was his date) and else... girls told him to fuck off and so he did... then we went to get our stuff from the tent to move with the girls for the remainder of the trip...

I sold the rest of the stash and bought extra days to stay with the girls, bought and smoked my first cigar... I was fucking two 9 year olds chicks simultaneously, while defying my dad's authority and having the time of my life... Life couldn't be any better... that was my first taste of being a man I would say.

AHHH THE SMELL OF OLD GUYS' ASSHOLES AND THE TASTE OF THEIR ASS HAIRS FLOSSING MY TEETH. AAAAAAAAH!!! WHAT'S FOR DINNER? HOW ABOUT SOME MAN-CORN AFTER IT PASSES OUT THE BACK DOOR?

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Thanks for sharing.

corn chunks

RunMaker said:

Thanks for sharing.

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its like a whole different story. well done

Correct. Normally I would say it sounds "tit-ilating". But for pocket I think it was "dick-ilating"!

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Sure the old man was proud

RunMaker said:

Thanks for sharing.

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I'm crying!!!

nobody is sharing... I'm disappointed

pocketrockets said:

nobody is sharing... I'm disappointed

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Statute of limitations hno:

Love this thread. Thanks Pockets

scottcarter said:

its like a whole different story. well done

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haha

Before my senior year in High School my mother bought me a car for getting top grades. I was so excited that I would be driving my senior year as I hated the bus.
It was the first bus to arrive in the morning and the last to leave in the afternoon, lots of wasted time AND on top of that the driver was a stone cold bitch who I already had to put up with for 2 years.

I was informed just before school started that I would NOT be getting to use the car to drive to school. mom was kinda a control freak and did weird things like this. Well I couldnt let this happen and decided that I would be taking a coop curriculum instead of the regular 6 periods of school. When you take a coop you only had to attend 4 classes and could leave to go to your job. Now I was "forced" to drive to school cuz I needed the car to go to work.

My job was bagging groceries on the air force base at the commissary. We were basically independent contractors who worked for tips. Mostly everyone that worked their were middle aged brothers and about 20 percent younger guys, about 15 percent non brothers. It was usually overstaffed as the commissary wanted to insure there were plenty of baggers and our earning were not their main concern.

Most of the people there gambled
During slow times we played tunk in the breakroom,(I call it the black version of gin rummy).

One guy was always calling in parlay bets with the local book and took the money to the bookie joint after work.
He also picked up the money for any winnings and you just tipped him a few bucks for his trouble when you win.
(As a side note, most every ghetto bookie I know only take parlay bets at horrible odds , no half point lines
ties lose , 40 cent lines in baseball, etc)

Moreso they would often go to the dogtrack during slow days of the week.

It didnt take me too long before I was joining the mix. I got pretty good at tunk and would win more than I lost.
I could make more playing cards than bagging groceries.
When i was 17 NO ONE at the place could beat me heads up, although the game was normally played 3 or 4 handed
and I suspect they would cheat me with signals and feet tapping later on once they realized that I could play.
But I also would lose more that I won betting baseball and football parlays.

After a while I started going to the dog track, it was 19 to get in but they never checked my ID when I went with
the guys from work as they were regulars. I was going to the track 2-3 times a week. What is funny is when my coop teacher whose job
it was to check up on us from time to time would come by ,my boss would have to cover for me as I was usually at the track.

When the management at the track was forced to check ids I couldnt go anymore ...until I got a fake ID of course. Most people I knew got fake ids to buy beer, I got One to go to the track. For the next several years I would go to the track at least 4 out of the 6 days of the week it was open and lose several thousand dollars doing so.

Well its pretty safe to say that working at the commissary and that cast of characters was what got me into gambling
degeneracy from an early age.

RunMaker said:

Thanks for sharing.

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nice job except you totally missed out on using "defying" for the story.....8/10 cause of the implied odds left on the table

shdw01 said:

nice job except you totally missed out on using "defying" for the story.....8/10 cause of the implied odds left on the table

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It's been kinda boring around here lately. I haven't talked to Defying at all.......

*DISCLAIMER, THIS IS NOT ME, JUST A KEWL STORY I READ*

I used Tinder, I’m a fat ugly bastard, I matched with a girl who wasn’t too shabby looking, texted for a few days until we were both off. I picked her up, she was very cute, went to dinner at a Japanese steak house and had a good time, drank some sake. She suggested we go back to my place (woo!)
We stop by her apartment to get her car and she wants to get clothes. She follows me to my house and we make out in my driveway for a few and start to move towards the house, I’m excited, gunna get laid and all yessir, been a while.
So we are on my front porch and she goes “eew, what’s that” and points to this baseball sized toad that hangs out on my porch, this is his 2nd year it there. Anyways I explain he is cool and I knock beetles off my porch light for to eat and stuff she walks over to him, looks at me, like intense eye contact and proceeded to slowly stomp on my toad.
Now at this point I was experiencing several emotions, shock, anger, rage. I shouted at her “wtf, why’d you do that” to which she replied “I wanted to make you mad so you’d Fuck me hard” I was speechless while I processed what I had just witnessed. I told her to get the Fuck of my property, she flips out, we yell back and forth, I sprayed her with the hose and she finally leaves only to show up 20 min later topless on my deck in the back yard. She had walked from down the road and pulled like 6 pickets down from my fence to get in the back yard.
Cops came, she cried her way out of trouble with them and left.

EverFresh said:

*DISCLAIMER, THIS IS NOT ME, JUST A KEWL STORY I READ*

I used Tinder, I’m a fat ugly bastard, I matched with a girl who wasn’t too shabby looking, texted for a few days until we were both off. I picked her up, she was very cute, went to dinner at a Japanese steak house and had a good time, drank some sake. She suggested we go back to my place (woo!)
We stop by her apartment to get her car and she wants to get clothes. She follows me to my house and we make out in my driveway for a few and start to move towards the house, I’m excited, gunna get laid and all yessir, been a while.
So we are on my front porch and she goes “eew, what’s that” and points to this baseball sized toad that hangs out on my porch, this is his 2nd year it there. Anyways I explain he is cool and I knock beetles off my porch light for to eat and stuff she walks over to him, looks at me, like intense eye contact and proceeded to slowly stomp on my toad.
Now at this point I was experiencing several emotions, shock, anger, rage. I shouted at her “wtf, why’d you do that” to which she replied “I wanted to make you mad so you’d Fuck me hard” I was speechless while I processed what I had just witnessed. I told her to get the Fuck of my property, she flips out, we yell back and forth, I sprayed her with the hose and she finally leaves only to show up 20 min later topless on my deck in the back yard. She had walked from down the road and pulled like 6 pickets down from my fence to get in the back yard.
Cops came, she cried her way out of trouble with them and left.

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horny toad bitch, glad you had the discipline

EverFresh said:

*DISCLAIMER, THIS IS NOT ME, JUST A KEWL STORY I READ*

I used Tinder, I’m a fat ugly bastard, I matched with a girl who wasn’t too shabby looking, texted for a few days until we were both off. I picked her up, she was very cute, went to dinner at a Japanese steak house and had a good time, drank some sake. She suggested we go back to my place (woo!)
We stop by her apartment to get her car and she wants to get clothes. She follows me to my house and we make out in my driveway for a few and start to move towards the house, I’m excited, gunna get laid and all yessir, been a while.
So we are on my front porch and she goes “eew, what’s that” and points to this baseball sized toad that hangs out on my porch, this is his 2nd year it there. Anyways I explain he is cool and I knock beetles off my porch light for to eat and stuff she walks over to him, looks at me, like intense eye contact and proceeded to slowly stomp on my toad.
Now at this point I was experiencing several emotions, shock, anger, rage. I shouted at her “wtf, why’d you do that” to which she replied “I wanted to make you mad so you’d Fuck me hard” I was speechless while I processed what I had just witnessed. I told her to get the Fuck of my property, she flips out, we yell back and forth, I sprayed her with the hose and she finally leaves only to show up 20 min later topless on my deck in the back yard. She had walked from down the road and pulled like 6 pickets down from my fence to get in the back yard.
Cops came, she cried her way out of trouble with them and left.

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hahahahah you are getting better at this Rory